, gotta hit it on the bullseye. We gotta check our traps, gotta sneak out late. For the girls, and the boys, for the broken. They got it bad for me, for me. . We gotta run, gotta run, who will save me
Woody's roundup, right here everyday. Woody's Roundup, come on, it's time to play. There's Jessie, the yodeling cowgirl. (Yo-de-la, you-de-la, yo-de-la). . Bullseye, he's Woody's horse. (Grrr